Central Theory [Open]

Ah this city, this marvelous city, there truly was nothing like it in the whole wide world. If anyone knew this to be a fact it was Zane, he had seen a good some of it. Nothing reminded him of his good old London like the busy streets of New York City. Always moving, breathing, reacting, the human equivalent to a giant ant farm. It was as though the city itself was alive, as though it to had a beating heart. Rhythm, that was the best way to put the feeling Wish had when he was in this gorgeous town. It had it's own rythm, it's own unique and perfect flow. A flow so magnificent that even our parkour obsessed friend would be able to respect it.

What was it though, what exactly was it that made this "flow" so incredible, so intoxicating. Was it the originality in each person, the fact that every soul walking these streets, reacting and interacting with all it's facets, was a unique individual. Mind boggling when one really gave it some thought. That each and every person that crossed his eyes, path, whatever, had their very own lives as well. There own families, possessions, histories, hopes and dreams, there own everything that seperated them from the person beside them. Not simply place holders or fillers in the crowed like so many unnecessary condiments on a cheeseburger.

No, not at all, they were fully capable beings. This is what did it, this is why the city was so d*mn awesome. It was the people that made it that way. The variety of differences that existed made every encounter a fresh one. Nothing would be done over again in New York, not a single meeting. One day you could meet a man from China, the next a country boy from Tennessee. War veterans and protesters alike would share subway trains as Catholics and protestants boarded the same bus's.

It was marvelous what this city could do to one's perspective through such things. Nowhere else in the country was there so much opportunity for change, so many chances to find and re-find oneself among the crowds. Each person had not only the capability but most likely the opportunity to completely change how you viewed life in general. If that wasn't the most beautiful thing that ever exited, then Zane didn't know what was.

Of course, our titular hero was worried about much more then the sociological aspects of New York right now, he was simply trying to not die. Jumping from car to car during bumper to bumper traffic may have been a bad idea, as people tend to get pissed when you jump on their vehicles. Even more so when you realize that even in the worst kind of jam up, they have to move some time. This is where Zane was right about now.

Jumping off the back of a hummer onto a concord going around five miles an hour. As he landed the car would speed to twenty, sending him nearly flying off. Re-cooping his balance enough in the moment to launch to another car. A Mercedes to be exact and how lucky was he in that to land on it. Now he was most definitely car surfing in style. Breaking down in a little dance, he would fail to notice that the owner of the car was gettting out and walking towards him, wooden bat in hand.

"HEY YOU, SCREWBALL, GET DA HELL OF MY CAR, YAH GOT DAT, I'M GONNGA MURDERLIZE Y AH"

The large new yorker with the wooden club would scream with a thick new york accent. Maybe he wasn't as lucky as he thought he was to land on such a car. Pointing at a building he would should.

"HEY LOOK OVER THERE, IT'S A DISTRACTION

Then proceed to run like hell past the man. Body being flung up and down as he vaulted over car after car. Nearly being struck a hand full of times by people trying to do nothing more then make their morning commutes. Deep down, he felt kinda bad about denting there cars, but if he wanted to live though he would need to hustle up and get out of there fast. Especially when one considers that the man wanting nothing more then his death, was mere meters behind him.

The chase would ensue for a couple of blocks and take some turns, but in the end there was no way the fat man could keep up with Zane's athleticism and acrobatic ability. Fading out into the horizon, his screams dying down with him as he passed out on the side of the road. It was pretty much just as Wish had predicted when he began running from him. Although he'd be lying if he didn't say he was a bit afraid or that it felt good to be chased like that.

Finishing up by running from the center of the street of the top of a car, then administering a tucked double front flip of the roof and over a small restaurant like fence. Landing it dead on this is where he would stand. Looking up at the sign he would realize he was right outside a cafe. This was perfect as he was finished and this seemed to be just the place to grab a bite to eat after near death encounters and adventurous urban gymnastics.

Gripping the crimson red door handle to "Le Sherbet And Dreams Cafe", he would open it and prepare himself for a delicious treat. Walking in, each footstep making a stepping noise. The cafe was nearly silent, obviously not a busy day. Quite weird for such a beautiful city, he hadn't generally seen such a vacant establishment before. Waiting a moment for the man in front of him to finish ordering his spring green pistachio sherbet. He would then proceed to order a lavender tinted wild berry blitz.

Tongue licking a small sampling off the time, quite delicious, it was just as he wanted it. All he needed to do now was find somewhere to sit. Probably not the hardest thing in the world considering that only around six or so people were in the building built for around thirty or forty. He was never really good at making annoying decisions like this though. Luckily, just then one small girl, seated directly to his left side, would speak out in a normal tone.

"Are humans and mutants really so different?"

He was quite surprised to hear this from such a young girl. Was that really what kids thought about these days. Wasn't there time for them to be children before tackling such burdening questions. Questions that plagued the mind's of philosophers and politicians alike. This was what she was wondering, him being the guy he is, figured he might as well try and help the confused youth figure it out.

"Depen's on oo yah askin my dear. If you don't mind me sayin', I really don' tink de'res much of a difference at'all . We'ze all people, yeah know, we all bleed, we all cry, we all smile, sept for dem emo kids, man de'y freak me out."

He would say this as he pulled out a chair opposite to the young girl. The last part would be accompanied by a mock shudder and a laugh. Hopefully the gal wouldn't take to much offense to him joining her in her self exploratory conversation. He did figure that if all things went pleasantly enough this could work out to be a rather fine conversation. If not, well it wasn't like he had anything to lose. Before now this day had simply been the same old, same old, now he really had a chance to learn something, to change something, to really prove the reason that this city was so amazing and then it began.

"I know... But even so- I mean I have been told before or atleast I've heard, that Mutants are superior to Humans, and before that I heard that we are no different and just equal with abilities normal people don't have..."

The young girl would speak, her voice sad yet confused. She was truly perplexed by the problem at hand. Her dilemma, the value of a man against that of a mutant. Such a question, one that would indeed entangle some of the greatest minds this world has ever seen. A question with an answer not based in fact but in variables beyond the quantifications of man. Such a question that even approaching to answer it requires some type of pre-set opinions.

Although, this question aside, the ever bigger ponderance in Zane's mind was not of the puzzle at hand but why a girl of such an age was even speculating upon it. In his day children didn't generally partake in such depthful and insight based discussion much so solitary musing. It was quite mind boggling that someone so young could comprehend such an intricate and convoluted catechism. Even Wish in his twenty four years of traveling and learning had just scratched upon such idea's within his own mind. This girl was unequivocally lost though, so he being the man he was, would do his best to help her figure it out.

"If we're all the same- then why do we have these- powers which can take something so precious from you? "Oh. I'm sorry.. I really shouldn't be talking like this.. I mean I don't even know your name! "I'm Luna Highland."

The girl would say as she finished, a slight pause in between the first sentence and the second as she seemed distracted. An even more nervous look given as she gave her name. As she spoke not only did he listen but he began to think for a moment of what he would say. In situations like this he would much rather veer towards helping her then saying something gentle that she would want to here. In this case though, hopefully, it seemed that both things were indeed one and the same.

"Don' worry yah sweet head darlin', it'z no problem at all. To be quite frank I enjoy such discussion. Really gets da brain pumpin yah know. Also my names Zane Bliss, most a my friends jus' call me Wish doh."

He would cross his arms on the table before lying his head down on them and extending on hand.

"Good to meet you Luna Highland. I do feel where yah comin from on that last poin' a yours. We do 'ave these powers and it does make us a bit differen' don' it. Being differen' an bein superior are two whole athor tings doh. Now We're born wit de'ze gifts righ', so we didn't right earn em or work for em. So why woul' somefin from birth make us any betta de'n someone wit out it. It's like people born wit no legs or arms or udder such tings. Me and you got arms, that's a trufe, just like we got de'ze powers. Da question is doh, do de'ze arms make us any betta den the lad or gal wiff out em."

He hoped his elaboration in the subject would have at least helped the girl a bit. Last thing he wanted was to be of no use to such a confused little lass. He just prayed he had been write in guessing she was a mutant like him. It wasn't a big deal for Zane to let others no, but if she was a human, she could take some serious offense to him referring to her otherwise. Finishing his opinion on it, his eyes would stay on the girl. Not piercing her, but attempting to comfort her. People had told him he had soft eyes before, looked like it was time to put there words to the test.

It would appear as though his words had some type of effect on her. Notably because one of her eyebrows would cock up. A look as though she somewhat understood what he was saying. Zane really hoped that she did, there was more then enough radicals on both sides for there to be another. Through his world travels he had seen everything from anti mutant lynchings to anti human fire bombs, never was there any joy to be shared, even within the respective camps.

"Nice to met you Zane Bliss- Er, Wish."I don't really have a nickname or Codename or anything, but I like to pretend I'm some uber strong mutant with the title 'The Doll Mistress Luna'! Sometimes."

A small smile would form on her face, adorable but slightly awkward. He would also take notice of her serbert soup. Sucked having your ice cream melt right in front of you while you listened to someone. The young girl would then to something that surprised him a bit, she would speak as though she was someone her age. He find the entire thing to be quite cute, borderline intoxicatingly so. Like watching a group of kindergartners give a puppet show, but doing so while giving a college level science seminar.

"I guess.. your right... though I don't entirely understand what your saying, I understand that we are just like humans.. in sense- I mean we ARE human but some people human or mutant won't accept it..."

She knew what she was talking about for sure and obviously had experiance of some kind dealing with it. Saddening it was to believe though, a girl of around perhaps eleven or twelve and already having to accept that discrimination existed heavily on both sides. It was quite despairing to here that such a girl had already gone through at least something in that field of trauma. Zane had seen the consequences of such actions, even for him as a full grown man, they were hard to watch.

"You... have nice eyes Wish!"

She would then say with a slight blush, a blush that was immediately filled with complete embarrassment as she turned away quickly. It was obvious his eyes had, had the effect that he wanted. Her guard had been taken down slightly and it looked like she was warming up to him a little. This was exactly what he wanted, there was no point in her feeling as though she had to remain mature while talking to Zane. If he wanted anything, it was that she had the chance and the want to be a kid around him.

"Erm.. Wish sir? Your sherbet..."

The girl would then point out something quite crucial, his serbert was melting right before his eyes. Although it still had quite the ways to go before ending up like her soupy bowl of goop. Instead of eating it though he would push it over to her. He would be much happier letting a kid have his serbert then he would be eating it in front of her like some kind of glutton. Besides it wasn't her fault hers melted while he was talking, this was the least he could do for her.

"Actu'lly my dear, I'd prefer if you had it i'stead. I'm startin ta get full anyways, had a big lunch yah know. You know, er right, de're are mutan's and humans alike dat 'ate eachother wit every bit of demselves. I've seen tings wit me own eye's dat I couldn' right believe. You know what I learned doh, that it's de're problem if dey wanna tink dat way.

Yah see, you can' let dat kind of 'liteism and 'atred fill yah sou' or you can go on livin yah life ow you wanna live it. Yah know, dat de're da key darlin, livin life in a way dat makes you 'appy. I mean if you ain't got 'appiness what do yah got. Might I add, that you too are quite gorgeous love and I'm pleasured to make your aquantince"

He would say the last part as he kissed her hand. Not out of lust, most definitely, but out of a kindness for the girl. It never hurt to make sure that every girl felt beautiful and he would hate to let this girls compliment to his eye's go unreturned. Not only that but for a young lady she was quite cute and in ten years he was sure she would become a gorgeous woman. For now though, he certainly hoped that some of his insight had gone to making her feel a little better, at the very least his sorbet would.